old friend 78/366
I was expecting rain all afternoon so I walked this morning. Late this afternoon when I went out to feed the dogs I realized it felt about 20 degrees warmer than it had been earlier. It was cloudy, but too pretty to be inside, so I retrieved my leadership book and journal for small group, returned to the back porch, sat on the swing and began reading. It didn't take long for company to join me.
I finished reading my chapter and note taking for today and began to gently put the swing into motion. Back and forth, back and forth, slowly, not like when the grandkids are sitting beside me and want to go faster and higher. Calmness began to fill my being. Not that I was anxious or upset before that, but there is something about back porch swinging that cannot be replicated, especially when you are surrounded by friends.
Then I heard it, in the distance. The one thing that makes back porch swinging with friends even more relaxing and beautiful. Rain, a gentle rain was coming. I wanted to tell Sam to go behind the shed where he could lay on the straw and be comfortable. His arthritis makes him walk like I feel sometimes. But I didn't say a word. Not because I don't think he'd understand. I'm sure he would. If he could hear me. And if he didn't think it was still his job to watch over me, keep me company and protect me, he'd have gone ahead and moved that way. Sometimes he barks, loudly and with authority at things only he is aware of. I don't know if he smells something or he is reliving his glory days, but I let him be.
For a time, we sat there, the four of us. Three of listening to the rain, two of us laying on the concrete, one of us "on guard", the last one of us feeling like we were wrapped up in a big fuzzy, cozy blanket of comfort, all of us enjoying one another's company. Sam and I, we have an unbreakable bond. I'll say it again, there's something special about spending a rainy afternoon on a back porch swing with an old friend nearby. There were no words necessary to promote a healing I wasn't even aware I needed.
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| Lady (4/5), Ivy (3), Sam (16+) |
Then I heard it, in the distance. The one thing that makes back porch swinging with friends even more relaxing and beautiful. Rain, a gentle rain was coming. I wanted to tell Sam to go behind the shed where he could lay on the straw and be comfortable. His arthritis makes him walk like I feel sometimes. But I didn't say a word. Not because I don't think he'd understand. I'm sure he would. If he could hear me. And if he didn't think it was still his job to watch over me, keep me company and protect me, he'd have gone ahead and moved that way. Sometimes he barks, loudly and with authority at things only he is aware of. I don't know if he smells something or he is reliving his glory days, but I let him be.
For a time, we sat there, the four of us. Three of listening to the rain, two of us laying on the concrete, one of us "on guard", the last one of us feeling like we were wrapped up in a big fuzzy, cozy blanket of comfort, all of us enjoying one another's company. Sam and I, we have an unbreakable bond. I'll say it again, there's something special about spending a rainy afternoon on a back porch swing with an old friend nearby. There were no words necessary to promote a healing I wasn't even aware I needed.
A friend loves at all times...
Proverbs 17:17
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